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no more no less Monday November 1
listening to: collective soul - no more no less · piebald - haven't tried it · broken social scene - you forgot it in people
reading: some class book about transmigration between south china and the states in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries
feeling: floating
last night was megan's halloween party. i was told that it started at 8, so i showed up at 9, only to find everyone getting ready for a party that started at 10.
the decision to go as a hula girl was prompted by three things: seeing the picture of nate and schaffer in coconut bras with stacy from four years ago, the presence of two spare hula hoops at foellinger, and the lei that i brought home from that party in new york i went to with selene.
recently, i've really been pushing the pictures on this website. i've determined that people like pretty pictures, and words really don't mean anything to anyone other than me. it is also a cop-out -- it is easy to entertain you by documenting my life with my camera, but it is far more difficult to develop poignant, interesting posts. however, since i have succeeded in updating pictures far more frequently now, i shall continue this could-be renaisannce.
i said i feel like i'm floating. i lack plans. boston's job fair shook the resolve that sought to do the JET program: the driving motivations for JET are japanese cultural/linguistic immersion and money; these are things that i can acquire with a regular job in japan. naturally i am still applying to JET.
basically, i could go on for paragraphs about what i could do here and there, but the point is is that time is not slowing down; it's november 1st, and i still don't have a plan for what happens just a little more than a month from now when i graduate.
i know it'll all be all right. i'm just staring at it saying, "wow, this is the first time i can recall where i've got virtually unlimited possibilities for my whole life -- there is no 'next semester' or 'summer job' or anything grounding me anywhere. so given that -- where is the best place to go?"
i can't remember who said it now, but one of my favorites is by a woman who said that life isn't about the answers -- it's about the questions, and if you just keep living, appreciating the questions for their value as that and not worrying about the answers too much, you'll turn around one day well after it's relevant, and understand what you sought before, and that no one could have told you the answers: you would have lacked the capacity to understand them.
that idea, in much more coherent words, is on a magnet in the checkout line at whole foods near nate's apartment. nate, if you see it, make sure to get the author's name.
in other news, this is post number five hundred. yay.
